In Return
Presently
a woman lies on her bathroom floor sobbing uncontrollably
clutching one hand in the other
white finger pressed of blood
ghostly
the water in the sink is running
Presently
a child can not form the words for the death she feels
and so it remains unnamed but no less real
and she becomes less so
Presently
a man sits in a public place surrounded eating, talking strangers and the song he hears blinds him
he turns head to the wall as waitress approaches
but fails to control his voice as he thanks her
today, they are me.
tomorrow, you
perhaps.
once I remember thinking I had a tough year
but recalled laughing at times
a little as the leaves turned
But this last one took memory and left nothing
in return
